Friday, September 7, 2007

The Salt

I was in a fever dream but I still felt you clutching my hand, through the haze of heat and sweat. I concentrated on that hand, my only anchor to sanity. I held tight as we took flight. I brought you with me. You helped me find my way home.


Anonymous said...

But I took the plane and you took the bus. I found MY way home, but I wanted to find YOUR way home. I miss you. Tell me where you live.

thursday said...

You said you came so you can take me with you. I was ready to go but then I woke up. Now I'm waiting for you again.